If you are tired of pelican photos, feel free to leave the classroom and please close the door quietly behind you. See you next time!
Maybe it was the big weather system (that still has not dumped on us - us meaning Culebra, the big island is a different story - but it still has more chances), but fish and birds were having a fine old time all day yesterday, leaping swooping diving jumping, crash and grace tumbling together.
I'd wash the dirt off my hands from moving walkway stones, sawing roots away, pulling more weeds and get the camera once more, after being sure I was done taking shots, except then there would be a volley of splashes, three, four, more and I had to do it again. Compulsions are my friends. Apparently.
|These are not pelicans. These are horses drinking from my rain buckets.|
|While all the other kids were splashing and flying, this one stood for at least two hours, watching. It was sort of sad.|
|This is not a pelican. It is not a horse either. I can tell from the orange beak.|
|Oh. Oh. My.|
|Prehistoric in 2011|
|Still watching the show|
|Nice feathers, dude|
|I am a rock, I am an island|
|Are you ready to go yet? I need dinner and these things are too big to catch.|
Because I was playing in gardens and rocks, this book preview was a great find, via 'Lew Shelterpub." on facebook. Of course, I'll never do anything remotely close to what Jeffrey Bale does, but it was inspiring to see his beautiful work.
Another soother is the video below. I don't have enough words to describe all the feelings evoked by this, and I hope you feel the same.
Have a senses-full Sunday. Do something sating.
(This is dedicated to my fellow pelican lover in Australia, Samela. Who is very much alive!)